Title Poet Year Written Collection Body
To Autumn John Keats 1815 English

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness!
  Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun!
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
  With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run—
To bend with apples the mossed cottage trees,
  And fill all fruit with...

To be alive — is Power — English

To be alive — is Power —

Existence — in itself —

Without a further function —

Omnipotence — Enough —


To be alive — and Will!

'Tis able as a God —

The Maker — of Ourselves — be what —

Such...

To be forgot by thee English

To be forgot by thee

Surpasses Memory

Of other minds

The Heart cannot forget

Unless it contemplate

What it declines

I was regarded then

Raised from oblivion

A single time
...

To Benjamin Robert Haydon John Keats 1815 English

Great spirits now on earth are sojourning:
He of the cloud, the cataract, the lake,
Who on Helvellyn’s summit, wide awake,
Catches his freshness from Archangel’s wing:
He of the rose, the violet, the spring,
The social smile, the chain for Freedom’s sake:...

To Blossoms Robert Herrick 1611 English

Fair pledges of a fruitful tree,
    Why do ye fall so fast?
    Your date is not so past
But you may stay yet here awhile
    To blush and gently smile,
        And go at last.

What! were ye born to be
    An hour or half’s delight,...

To break so vast a Heart English

To break so vast a Heart

Required a Blow as vast —

No Zephyr felled this Cedar straight —

'Twas undeserved Blast —

To Captain West, of the Steamer Atlantic

          The gathering clouds around us lower,

             The tempest wildly raves,

          But fearlessly our noble ship

             The angry ocean braves,

          And buoyant as a sea-bird rides
...

To Celia Ben Jonson 1592 Love

Drink to me, only, with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss but in the cup,
And I'll not look for wine.
The thirst that from the soul doth rise,
Doth ask a drink divine:
But might I of Jove's nectar sup,
I would...

To Celia (Fielding) English

I HATE the town and all its ways;

Ridottos, operas, and plays;

The ball, the ring, the mall, the court;

Wherever the beau-monde resort;

Where beauties lie in ambush for folks,

Earl Straffords, and the Duke...

To Celia. Occasioned by her apprehending her house would be broke open, and having an old fellow to guard it, who sat up all night, with a gun without any ammunition.

CUPID CALLED TO ACCOUNT.


   LAST night, as my unwilling mind

To rest, dear Celia, I resign'd;

For how should I repose enjoy,

While any fears your breast annoy?

Forbid it, heav'n, that I should be...

To Charles Butler English

          Thus, one by one, dear friend, the years flow by,

             That bear us onward to the silent land.

          And one by one, around us falling lie,

            The loved ones we have walked with, hand in hand.

...

To Chloe John Wolcot English

An Apology for Going into the Country
CHLOE, we must not always be in heaven,
  Forever toying, ogling, kissing, billing;
The joys for which I thousands would have given,
  Will presently be scarcely worth a shilling.

Thy neck is fairer than the Alpine...

To Chloes breast young Cupid slily stole English

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To Chloes breast young Cupid slily stole

But he crept in at Myras pocket hole

To Chuse a Friend English

To all young Men that love to Wooe,

To Kiss and Dance, and Tumble too;

Draw near and Counsel take of me,

Your faithful Pilot I will be:

Kiss who you please, Joan, Kate, or Mary,

But still this Counsel with you...

To Critics Walter Learned English

When i was seventeen I heard
  From each censorious tongue,
“I ’d not do that if I were you;
  You see you ’re rather young.”

Now that I number forty years,
  I ’m quite as often told
Of this or that I should n’t do
  Because I ’m quite...

To Daffodils Robert Herrick 1611 English

  FAIRE daffadills, we weep to see
  You haste away so soone;
As yet the early-rising sun
  Has not attained his noone.
        Stay, stay,
  Until the hastening day
        Has run
  But to the even-song;
And having prayed together...

To Death Anonymous English

Anonymous Translation from the German

METHINKS it were no pain to die
On such an eve, when such a sky
    O’er-canopies the west;
To gaze my fill on yon calm deep,
And, like an infant, fall asleep
    On Earth, my mother’s breast.

There ’...

To Delia Samuel Daniel 1582 English

Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night,
Brother to Death, in silent darkness born:
Relieve my languish and restore the light;
With dark forgetting of my care, return,
And let the day be time enough to mourn
The shipwreck of my ill-adventured youth:...

To Demeter Maybury Fleming English

Thou ever young! Persephone but gazes
  Upon thy face, and shows thee back thine own;
And every flock that on thy hillsides grazes,
  And every breeze from thy fair rivers blown,
  And all the nestlings from thy branches flown,
    Are eloquent in thy...

To Diane Helen Hay English

The Ruddy poppies bend and bow,
  Diane! do you remember?
The sun you knew shines proudly now,
The lake still lists the breeze’s vow,
Your towers are fairer for their stains,
Each stone you smiled upon remains.
  Sing low—where is Diane?...